I am a lover of a pleasant face and beautiful hair

Intoxicated by the drunken eye and pure wine without dregs

You said, speak a word from the beginning of eternity

Then I will tell you that I will drink two cups

I am the Adam of paradise, but on this journey

I am a captive of the love of the moon-faced youths

In love, there is no escape from passion and pain

I stand like a candle, do not fear my fire

Shiraz is the mine of ruby lips and the source of beauty

I am a poor gem, for I am troubled

Because I have seen so many drunken eyes in this city

Truly, I do not drink wine now, yet I am joyful

It is a city full of the coquetry of houris from six directions

I have nothing, otherwise I would buy all six

If fortune helps me to carry my belongings to the beloved

The tresses of the houris will scatter from my carpet

Hafez, the bride of my nature desires splendor

I have no mirror, and for that, I sigh